“You want this,” he says, not a question but a truth he lays bare between us. “A family born from us. A future no one else could ever touch.”
Tears sting, unbidden. “I do,” I whisper, the words more prayer than confession. “I want as many as you’ll give me.”
And when he leans forward, kissing the crown of my head like a vow, his voice drops to a promise that curls around my heart. “Then we’ll make it reality, Angel. All of it.”
I stare down at him, nerves wound so tight they threaten to snap. My chest feels too small for the breath I drag in. “You don’t think it’s…weird?”
His hand moves higher, the rough pad of his thumb brushing the edge of my shorts. Warm. Steady. Possessive in that way only he can be.
“No,” he says simply, no hesitation. “I think it’s fucking hot.”
I blink, thrown by the ease of it. “You—what?”
“I think it’s sexy and beautiful. And the thought of you, filled with me, marked in a way no one else will ever be able to. It’s my dream too, Zara.”
My breath stutters, head spinning at the sheer honesty in his voice. It’s not just acceptance—it’s hunger.
His gaze flicks down to the test still resting across my lap, then back up to me, sharp and unrelenting. “This?” he says, nodding toward it. “This tells me exactly how fucked we are. Because I imagine all of the same things.”
The confession punches the air from my lungs. “You’re really okay with this?” I whisper, fragile as glass.
“Angel.” His eyes burn, molten and sure. “You could’ve taken every test in that box, and the only thing I would be upset with is that I wasn’t there to watch you.”
My whole body trembles. Oh, fuck.
Words spill out of me before I can stop them, raw and unvarnished. “I’ve had to be careful my whole life. Always protecting myself. Always guarding. But with you…” My gaze falls to his hand still gripping me, the place where his heat brands mine. “I don’t have to anymore. You make me feel like anything is a possibility. Like it’s okay to be myself, that I’m enough.”
His smile curves. “It’s because you are, Zara. And I want to be the one to make every one of your dreams come true.”
My eyes flick down to the test, the bold single line leaving no doubt of its answer. Still, my chest swells, my voice trembling as I whisper, “I want everything with you, Enzo. I want messy, I want a family, I want the risk.”
His thumb strokes across my cheekbone, reverent. “Then it’s yours,” he says, voice low but unshakable. “All of it. All of me.” He leans closer, his forehead pressing to mine, and I hear the breath catch in his throat before the words tumble out, rough but certain. “I love you.”
The world tilts. Warmth floods me so fast my eyes sting. I cradle his face between my palms, my heart bursting at the seams. “I love you too,” I whisper, fierce and sure, like it’s the truest thing I’ve ever spoken.
His mouth claims mine in the softest kiss, not to take but to seal a promise. And when he pulls back, his eyes are burning, wrecked, like hearing it nearly undid him.
Enzo takes the test from my lap, stands in one smooth motion, placing it on the counter and pulls me gently to my feet.
“You want messy?” he asks, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “You want reckless?”
I nod.
“I’ll give you reckless, Angel. I’ll love you harder every day. I’ll take your pretty little obsession and make it mine.”
I gasp, knees going weak. I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m already melting for him. And I’m not sure I ever want to cool down.
His voice drops, lower now, rougher. That gravelly, dangerous rasp that hits me in the spine and shoots straight to my clit.
“You wanna test after every time I fuck you?” he asks, eyes burning into mine. “Do it. I’ll keep a stash in every damn room of this house. Hell, I’ll mark the fucking calendar with your ovulation days—put a star on the dates I need to fill you twice.”
A laugh slips out of me—half delirious with lust, half undone by the way this man sees every unhinged piece of me and doesn’t look away. He holds it. Worships it. Feeds it like it’s sacred.
Enzo leans in and presses a kiss to my temple. “Now get your ass back in bed, because the next time you take that test, I want my cum still dripping out of you while you do it.”
God help me.
I move on autopilot, legs shaky, body thrumming as I slip back into the bed. The sheets are still warm from our bodies, still smell like him. Like us. Like sex and sweat and sin.
